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About Kyoto

So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

A Guide to the Tokyo Red Light District

Finally, I get home, and I’m ready to crash. But wait! My neighbor’s having a karaoke night. And you know how I feel about karaoke. I can’t resist. I join in, and we’re belting out some J-Pop classics. I’m not even that good, but who cares? We’re all laughing, and it’s just a blast. Kashiwa’s got this vibe, man. It’s like everyone’s family here.

View arts center to host Olympian Roundtable Discussion with Erin Hamlin, Robert Esche and Hank Kashiwa on Jan. 29